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Australian poet, dendrophilia, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Sex with trees, Tree sex
There she was, grinding on the tree top.
They called out: “This tree-sex has to stop!
Please desist – you’ve been warned.
If you won’t – be informed:
That particular branch we will lop!”
dnobrienpoetry 
How on earth do you manage to come across this stuff???
I have a huge Blue Spruce tree in my front yard that I planted when it was a baby. It was very crooked – from struggling to grow out from under a large tree that towered over it, so it needed a lot of special care and attention to get straightened out and grow strong. I love that tree and from early on, I started calling it Big Blue. I’ve even written a couple posts about it and referred to the tree as ‘him.’ But after reading this article, I’m considering going back and deleting those posts. I wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about me. 🙂
Or more to the point: I wouldn’t want Dennis O’Brien to have to write a poem about me!